Glass (Crank 2)

anyway. Like he’d

know the Easter bunny

from some giant rodent.

Anyway, it’s a long

drive and I think I’ll

use my time alone to

crash and experience

the snooze of the dead.

Brad traded speed for

some downers. Guess

I’ll have to borrow a

couple. I want to be

good and rested by

the time Trey arrives.

Not that I know exactly

when that might be.

Not that I have a freaking

clue what he might be

up to in the meantime.

I pop an Ambien and

wait, thinking about Trey

and what he might be

doing at this moment. My

head starts to spin, like

riding a Tilt-A-Whirl.

I close my eyes, hang

on tight against loop

the loop in my head.

I’m over the edge….

It’s Gray